House Majlis
I made my home a sanctuary
for hearts bruised by your sorrow,
where lovers gathered
with each tear, each cry,
a hymn of their love for you.
The four walls of my humble abode
made grander than gilded palaces—
angels too, now, seek blessings here,
rubbing themselves against these walls
like bees embracing a fragrant flower.
Our tears, more valuable than pearls,
our cries, more melodious than a symphony—
so why should I not say, then,
heaven itself ascends to a home
where lovers gather to mourn you?
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